Avalee (Ron Weasleys Long Lost Twin)

Chapter Five - The Funeral

All of the students are sitting in the great hall im chairs. A picture of my father, the man who raised me, is hanging on a wall behind the teachers table. I find myself staring at it with some pain. He died, while doing something illegal, he was the only father I knew for twelve years. He raised me. Ron sits on my left and Morgan sits on my right. She grabs my hand.

I lean toward her and whisper, "That's him, my father."

She points to the picture and whispers, "Him?" I nod, "Well, isn't this a twist. I'll take you to Dumbledore tomorrow so we can talk to him. He would want to know about this."

I nod and turn toward the front again.

"Quiet please." Says Dumbledore. "We are here to mourn the loss of a great professor. He was our potions professor. He may have wanted a different job, but he taught you all about the art of potions. He will be missed, by his students. We hope he is resting in peace and know that his students will be sad to loose his input on potions. We are working on getting a replacement for him soon, until then, potions is off the schedule. Return to your common rooms."

We all stand. Morgan takes my hand and pulls me toward Dumbledore. He stops and motions us to follow him. We follow him through the school toward his office. We take a seat after we enter his office and he looks at us.

"What can I do for you ladies?" He asks.

"Well, Avalee told me that professor Snape is the man who raised her." Says Morgan.

He turns to me, "Are you sure?"

"Oh yes, I remember what he looks like. He is the professor." I say.

"I see. I didn't know he was married, let alone had a child. If you are sure, I will inform the Ministry and your parents. It's more than what we had before. Do you know your mothers name?" He asks me.

"No I don't know her name." I say.

"That's okay, dear. We will continue looking into this for you." He says.

"Thanks." I say.

"Return to your common room." He says.

We leave his office and head toward to our tower. I ignore Ron and Harry and head up to the dorm to sit and think about my father. He was well known here. Even though he treated me bad, a part of Mr loves him and still thinks of him as my father. I reach my bed and see a letter addressed to me. I sit down and open it.
My sweet precious Avalee,
I know that by now you are probably making friends and bonds with the Weasley family. I miss you. I love you. It killed me to hand you over to them. Those people don't know you. Those people don't deserve you. Just know I've made it safe for you. After this year of school I will meet you at Kings Cross. I will be taking you home. Sweet child of mine, I can't wait till I can see you again. I love you. Write back soon.
Love, your mother.

I just stare at it in shock. She wants me back? Molly and Arthur don't deserve me? If she takes me back, will I ever come back here? I find myself being scared of loosing all of this freedom. I am scared of loosing the family I just found. I find myself being scared of loosing Morgan and Ron, the brother I didn't know I had. I must think of what to do about this. I slip the letter back into it's envelope and pack it away inside my trunk. I won't reply at all. She will think I don't want her and leave me alone. It's all I can ask for. All I can hope for. I leave the dorm and meet with Harry, Ron, and Hermione and work on homework.

"We are going to see Hagrid later, would you care to join us?" Asks Ron.

"Sure, I'd love to." I say without thinking.

"Good, he would love to get to know you." Says Hermione.

"Oh, you will like him. He may be a giant but he is a gentle giant." Says Harry, "We met him last year, but Ron and I have been visiting him the last few days. Hermione went once."

I nod and get back to work. I focus on my work and ignore the burning in my stomach. I pack away the essay and carry it back to the dorm. Hermione follows.

"Are you alright?" She asks me.

I nod, "Yes I am fine."

"You don't look fine." She says.

"It's just that, I am remembering things from my past. Like what my father looked like. Events, people here look familiar but they don't know me." I tell her.

"You know who your father was? Who?"

"You can't tell anyone." She nods, "The professor we mourned today, Professor Severus Snape."

"Him? He was your father? No wonder you didn't attend last term. He didn't want you calling him dad in front of anyone for fear of them finding him out and finding you nothing like him."

"Please don't say anything. I've told Morgan and professor Dumbledore."

"I promise. If you don't want to go to Hagrids house, you don't have to. I'll tell Ron you don't feel good."

"Thanks."

She left and I pull out the letter and reread it.
My sweet precious Avalee,
I know that by now you are probably making friends and bonds with the Weasley family. I miss you. I love you. It killed me to hand you over to them. Those people don't know you. Those people don't deserve you. Just know I've made it safe for you. After this year of school I will meet you at Kings Cross. I will be taking you home. Sweet child of mine, I can't wait till I can see you again. I love you. Write back soon.
Love, your mother.

Why is she saying this? What if whoever killed the professor comes after us? What if I don't want to leave my family and friends? What if I don't want to give up Hogwarts? I can't help but feel scared.